Moving On
Lord
Give me strength
For one more step.
My feet are almost as heavy
As my eyelids.
I’m washed
In my own tears,
Wondering,
New questions
For old problems.
I wonder
If my faith
Is really faith at all.
You are so big,
I’m so small.
Can You, do You
Hear my cry?
Will you answer?
Or is it
Will I hear?
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